Invasion from Seoul (2)

Maybe we should be grateful that Ha Suyeon’s ears, overworked by the sudden deluge of music after she had built a wall against it, hadn’t gotten that bad.

But Myeongjeon didn’t want that at all. He would rather have heard wrong.

‘A swimsuit!’

What did she mean by that? Even Myeongjeon, who had indulged in pleasures that would make even the most worldly 21st-century modern person look like a novice, had never worn a woman’s swimsuit in a man’s body.

Of course. Myeongjeon had been a man.

Now he was wearing women’s swimwear in a woman’s body, so it was different, but that was how other people saw it; Myeongjeon himself felt otherwise.

‘Even if I managed to endure skirts and miniskirts, a swimsuit is a bit…’

Even if the loose, fluttery feeling was awkward, he could just think of it as wearing short shorts and leave it at that. Besides, he had adapted surprisingly quickly and had never ended up showing his underwear in front of others.

But wasn’t a swimsuit underwear itself? It was like wearing panties and a bra that didn’t get wet, then telling everyone, “This isn’t underwear~.” What kind of ridiculous thing was that in broad daylight? Wasn’t he ashamed to show his underwear?

Of course, back when he was a man, Myeongjeon had often visited nude beaches overseas and exposed not only his underwear but also what lay beneath it, but as everyone knows, people tend to forget old memories as they age...